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THE CHOSEN NATION 



BY 



IRWIN ST. JOHN TUCKER 



TO 

ROBERT MORSS LOVETT 

A SCHOLAR UNAFRAID 



Published by 

THE AUTHOR 

1541 Unity Building, Chicago 



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Copyright, 1919, by Dorothy O'Reilly Tucker 



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FOREWORD 



This poem was completed in Judge Landis' court- 
room in Chicago, during the trial for " conspiracy to 
obstruct the draft" which resulted in a verdict of 
"guilty" against myself and four other Socialists; 
the others being Adolph Germer, national executive 
secretary of the Socialist Party; J. Louis Engdahl, 
editor of The American Socialist; William F. Kruse, 
national secretary of the Young People's Socialist 
League ; and Victor L. Berger, congressman-elect from 
Milwaukee. 

The poem contains in condensed form all that I 
know of history, and likewise my view of the present 
and hope of the future. Historical references con- 
tained in it are amplified in my historical lectures, 
most of which have been published, under the titles 
following, and may be obtained from this office : 

INTERNATIONALISM: The Problem of the Houir. 
Five Lectures. 

1. The German Idea: Deutschland Ueber Alles. 

2. The British Idea: Britannia Rules the Wayeg. 

3. The American Idea: Phrases versus Facts. 

4. The Russian Idea: The Proletarian Revolution. 

5. The Labor Idea: History and Future of the Inter- 

national. 



4 THE CHOSEN NATION 

THE MARTYR PEOPLES. Six Lectures. 

1. Israel: the Crucible of God. 

2. Serbia: the Valley of Division. 

3. Ireland: the Sorrowful Mother. 

4. Belgium: the Storm Center. 

5. Poland: Land of the Four Eagles. 

6. Armenia: Crucifixion of the Soul. 

IMPERIALISM: The Curse of the World. 
I. Founders of Imperialism. 

1. Egypt: the United States of the Nile. 

2. Chaldaea: the Strife of the Cities. 

3. Persia: the Spirit of the Mountains. 

4. Greece: the Empire of the Mind. 

5. Rome: the Mistress of the World. 

n. Modem Imperialism^. 

1. France: the Daughter of the Empire. 

2. Islam: the Spirit of the Desert. 

3. Spain: the Shadow of the Moor. 

4. Austria: the House of Hapsburg. 

5. Great Britain: the Empire of Finance. 

By the verdict of " Guilty," delivered on January 
8, 1919, I ceased to be citizen of the United States, 
until such time as the farce of a trial, with its per- 
juries, coercion and bribery of witnesses, and jury 
carefully handpicked by the prosecution, is declared 
null and void, and the verdict reversed. 

But I am still, and shall forever remain, a citizen of 
the International Commonwealth. 

Irwin St. John Tucker. 
Done on iny Thirty-third Birthday, January 10, 1919. 



THE CHOSEN NATION 



L THE ASSEMBLY 



The CouncU 
of Nations 

War had dragged out his fourth and bloodiest year ; 

While still on us that fouling horror dwelt 
Like poisonous clinging mist in hollows drear, 

White towering peaks the golden sunlight felt 
And THEY who dwell thereon saw dawn appear ; 

As, long before, they saw wild lightnings glow 

With coming storm though yet our sky seemed 
clear. 
And while blood-toll was paid of death and woe, 
I saw the nations' souls to consultation go. 



A peak stands midmost of the rocky sea 

That rims the world, from white Alaskan floes 
Begirt with death and frozen mystery 

To Tierra del Fuego's firelit snows. 
Its age-enduring stone, ice-foaming high, 

Auroras gild without, and gold within. 

Far mid the six months' night its tides begin 
Where flames Arcturus from the middle sky ; 
Where they at last are stilled, the Southern cross 
hangs nigh. 



• THE CHOSEN NATION 

3 

Thereon great glory gathered far appeared 
Against the joy of sky-suffusing light; 

Thence, as my mortal wavering vision cleared 
They shone, as dawns the moon upon midnight 
Through cloudy tempest-wrack in hurtling flight. 

Across their ranks quick-changing colors play 
As when the sunbeams through gray shadows 
smite 

Upon the Veil across Yosemite, 

And shimmering rainbows crown the glory of its 
spray. 

4 

And gazing long on those who seemed the chief, 
A dawning recognition broke on me; 

I knew them all — knowledge past belief, 
For I beyond myself exalt and free 
Remembered what I knew not, and could see 

Things future heaving hugely to the sky 
As tempest-blue horizons distant rear 

Above close-ringing summits to the eye 

Of strong-winged eagles who on soaring currents 

fly. 

5 
The Young Nation* 

Familiar to my sight their faces shone 

Through this high vision seen ; and I could mark 
Storm-bred Britannia, her great trident gone. 

Her sea-blue eyes with ruffling tempest dark ; 

And France, with woeful visage wild and stark, 
With tears of blood bedewed ; and lo ! beside 

Germania sat aghast, like them who hark 
To echoes of past madness that hath died ; 
But greatness seemed to dawn through death of 
bloody pride. 



THE 0H09SN NATION 



Russia was there with bloodmarks on her brow, 

The halo of new wonder round her still ; 
White glory of young freedom struggling now 
With mazement of the treachery that can kill 
By friendly smile that cloaks a murderous will ; 
There China sat, a giant childlike power, 

Fast wakening to portentous good or ill ; 
Japan close by, a watchful fiery flower. 
Waiting and guardful still for some predestined 
hour. 

7 
The Elder Nations 

But mid the majesty of that array 

Were some who struck my soul with deeper awe. 
For nations that long since have passed away 

From company of those who make earth's law, 

As visitants from other orbs I saw. 
There purified from taint of earth they come 

From earth's new struggles strength renewed to 
draw. 
Like elder children gathering to their home, 
Dark mystic Egypt sat, and proud imperial Rome. 

8 

There immemorial India, dreaming on. 
Dusk-eyed with legend, the exalted face 

Beheld of tower-fronted Babylon. 

The mountain-loving soul of Persia's race 
Communed of timeless truth with warrior Greece. 

Amid them now the stricken shape appears 
Of Israel, as one whose hope can trace, — 

Steadfast in sorrow through long tortured years, — 

Her triupmh ripe at last, the harvest of her tears. 



8 THE CHOSEN NATION 

9 

And Races Forgotten 

Like distant peaks faint on the purple skies, 

Now huge vague shapes upon my knowledge 
swelled, 
With strange barbaric faces, in whose eyes 

Slept awful centuries of hoary eld. 

Nations so old, their story none hath spelled ; 
Surely about their gold-encinctured hair 

Hung rolling mists agleam, like clouds beheld; 
And their huge names, like chords that shake the 

sphere, 
Smote deep and vague on my uncomprehending ear. 

10. 

You who have stood on Inspiration Point 

And seen the Yellowstone's tremendous gorge 
Cleave through old earth's foundations, course and 
joint 

Laid deep by toiling aeons strong and large ; 

Who, dizzy on the Canyon's windswept marge 
Watched wonders unbelievable displayed 

Long- wrought on God's sun-flaming jewel-forge; 
You know what wondering awe that cannot fade 
Gript me, to see thus bare Time's living strata laid. 

11. 

Yea, you will ask me, "Then how came you there ?" 
Even while the law of fools, with savage blight 

Smote wild at freedom's dawn, in blinded fear. 
Came one immortal, fair, with blessed light 
To my law-weary eyes, which hailed the sight ; 

For oft in wonder through the plains far-spread 
Of vanished years, that from the thickening dust 



THE CHOSEN NATION 9 

Rear their forgotten glories, she hath led 
Me, momently immortal, though but dust. 

12 

As bums the herald star of God's new day 

Against intensest darkness of old gloom, 

She hung, and through sick death her voice broke 

way 
Clear as through morning mist rings reveille. 
One word she spoke, a kindling summons; 
"Come!" 
And like god-flushing cordial, or the strain 

Of some deep draught of throbbing poetry 
That shakes the soul a strength unknown to gain. 
Her life poured into mine, thrilled every drop and 
vein. 

13 

Such is the burning wine of her sweet breath, 
Whereof who tastes is more than other men; 

Cursed with a blessed madness like to death 
Because he cannot walk the earth again 
Picking his steps with careful now-and-then 

Amongst the things a mortal needs must see ; 
But ever in the forefront of his ken 

Sweep vision-armies of the past, which he, 

Beholding, is enwrapped with fatal ecstasy. 

14 

For as a vineyard, spread on pleasant hills. 
Bears myriad grapes of luscious ruddy vein. 

Whose blood forth-poured to cordial rare distils; 
In whose rich warmth all sunshine, wind and rain 
That ever shone or blew or beat amain 



10 THE CHOSEN NATION 

In wintry tempest or from summer sky 

Is mingled and immortal, joy with pain ; 
So in her soul commingled lives for aye 
The wine of souls of men, through centuries foam- 
ing high. 

15 

Within my quickened vision stood the past, 
All Memory's weird and limitless array, 

In rich phantasmagoria dim and vast ; 

Far-flaming wreck of empires stormed away, 
Victors and victims glittering in affray 

On dire tremendous battlefields of old ; 
White-winged fleets on some forbidden sea 

In pearly oceans sunk with all their gold ; 

Nations set wild with joy, or lapped in mourning 
cold ; 

16 

Strange myriads bowed adoring to their god 

In rock-hewn temples of the infant world ; 
White Druids chanting o'er a blood-stained sod ; 

Wild hate-hymns screamed where battling stan- 
dards whirled ; 

Te Deums sung o'er battle-flags new-furled ; 
Legends and songs that tell a nation's dole; 

Like ocean's roar in some small shell enswirled 
All these resounded echoing in my soul 
From that huge sea of songs which through her 
being roll. 



THE CHOSEN NATION 11 



IL THE DEBATE 



On rocky peaks high into heaven piled 
That glorious convocation gathered far, 

Yet pleasant was the atmosphere and mild. 

No footstep might the snow's white beauty mar 
Of all that host, for they immortal are. 

Beneath the glittering Polestar undefiled 

So shines in Northern night the Arctic glare 

On waste Niagaras wonderful and wild, 

Nameless in silent snow, where it is death to dar«. 



Germany Speaks 

But strong emotion shook them while I gazed, 
For fateful consultation brought them there ; 
The light that shone around them changeful blazed, 
Now shimmering bright, now charged with bale- 
ful glare, 
As changed the burden each oration bare. 
Now spoke Germania ; not with mortal tongue, 

But even as from the universal air. 
Whose pure and mighty bosom pulsing rung, 
As though an organ's tubes from peak to sky were 
flung. 

3 

'*You called me mad ; 't was true ! I ask you then 

Whence came the madness that hath stricken me ? 
You know that out of frozen marsh and fen, 
From fjord and forest round the northern sea, 



12 THE CHOSEN NATION 

My tribes poured down on Rome's proud majesty 
And took an empire. Wotan was my ^ide, 

Tlior was my strenght, and Tir my bravery. 
But I, victorious, cast these gods eiside, 
And took from Rome her Christ; — what did me 
then betide? 

4 

"By feuds of Christians was I rent asunder 
When emperors and princes for me strove. 

Those thirty years my soul was trodden under, 
And iron tortures through my heart were rove, 
While Catholic and Lutheran sought to prove 

Their doctrine's truth by rapine, blood and fire ; 
That deep disunion long within me throve, 

Palsying my hands, and thwarting all desire. 

Three centuries barely healed what those years 
wrought so dire. 



"Then, then old Wotan called me from his storms, 
And Thor's deep thunders muttered in my brain 
Their stalwart legends stirred with ancient charms. 

And woke old fires within my blood again. 

Meanwhile ye ringed me with a tightening chain, 
Ye who had prospered while my hands were weak. 

Ye took the world, dividing it amain, 
And barred me every way I want to seek ; 
And then, outskilled in words, I called Thor's 
sword to speak!" 

6 
Belgium Demands a Reason 

"What sought ye then through me?" A passionate 
cry 



THE CHOSEN NATION 18 

Rang through the vault, whence Belgium shook 
with pain. 
"Of wordly domination what had I 

Could tempt ambition such as yours to gain? 
My people's piteous woes, my babies slain, 
My king dethroned, what worth were these to you ?" 
'*You chose that way," her conqueror said ; "your 
bane 
Was trust in England's faith. The sword you drew 
She forced into your hands; — such trust her vic- 
tims rue !" 



Hot spake that gray old mother, at whose call 

Nations stood up, and girdled all the seas 
With batteships and untried armies tall ; 

"What madmen's lies, what crazed deceits are 
these ? 

Could I stand idle and behold you seize 
The key to my security and might? 

Thus would you have me beaten to my knees. 
Beside, my oath was sworn like Christian knight 
From tyrant powers to save small nations in their 
plight." 

8 
Ireland Mocks 

Then rang a bitter laugh athwart the skies. 

"Twixt treachery, then, and outrage, must we 
choose f ' 
Cried Ireland, flashing fire from wild gray eyes. 

"That stale hypocrisy all empires use 

To cloak their crimes of insolent abuse. 
With drop for drop can I match Belgium's blood, 

Because we both an alien yoke refuse. 



14 THE CHOSEN NATION 

But for four years she on Golgotha stood, 
Seven centuries have I groaned in England's mar- 
tyrhood !" 

9 
France Speaks 

'T^s this a time for prating of old wrong ?" 

France spoke, her face with wrath and blood 
aflame. 
''The world is weary of such ancient song. 

This new thing jarred the whole earth from its 

frame. 
Here on my sacred soil barbarians came. 
While they remain, no other cause I see 

But drive them out ! Sure honor hath gone lame 
When woes of little nations such as ye 
Distract the world's resolve from France's vic- 
tory!" 

10 

Morocco Replies 

Then stirred remembrance in that wondrous host; 

But one spoke clear, with still reflective tone ; 
"There was a time, when on my ancient coast 

The foot of France was planted, and the moan 

Of myriad victims wailed, and many a bone 
Bleached white in desert sands where she had trod. 

She scorched the snows, and grasped hot India's 
zone; 
Not yet hath she retired to her own sod." 
Morocco spoke, unmoved, within a snow-white hood. 

11 

But France replied, her stately form aquiver; 
"I blessed you with a gift you had not seen. 



THE CHOSEN NATION 16 

My culture flowed upon you like a river, 
Turning your desert to a garden green. 
Sunk in your past, musing on what hath been, 

You knew not what is now. My armies came 
And stirred you to new life, whose lambent sheen 

Lightens your darkness with a mounting flame. 

Yea, and to India's shores would I have been the 
same !" 

12 
Serbia Pleads 

^"What then of me ?" poor Serbia shrieked aloud 

With agonized and piteous appeal. 
"That was the boast which blackened like a cloud 

Above me, borne on Austria's poisoned steel. 

My ancient people felt the iron heel 
Of Turk and Greek and Austrian crush them down. 

Each had great offerings for my better weal ; 
Between thew all, they robbed me of my crown ; — 
Yea, hear me now awhile of my antique renown. 

13 

"There is a valley cleaves the steep incline 

Of Adriatic water's eastern shore, 
Through mountain ranges whose stark rugged line 

Bars Balkan valleys from the sea's salt roar. 

Through that steep cleft the Drina river bore 
The line that once divided Rome from Rome, 

When Diocletian his vast empire tore. 
Then Constantine beside the pleasant foam 
Of Hellespontine straits made his imperial home. 

14 

"My people from their forests dim and vast 
That fringe the wild Carpathian slopes descended 
And into Rome's far-spreading borders passed. 



1« THE CHOSEN NATION 

Pent in Byzantium, long so well defended, 
The Eastern Caesar while our hosts impended 
With shrunken armies could not check our flow. 

We settled where his riven empire ended ; 

Far on both sides we watched our cities grow ; — 

But ah, that valley's course hath wrought the whole 
world's woe ! 

15 

"For Empire strove with Empire, Rome with 
Rome, 
The Church imperial likewise split in twain. 
And we by curse predestined had our home 
Where raged the strife that made both faiths in 

vain. 
To be one people all our hearts were fain, 
But sharply were divided, creed from creed. 

Then mid his Frankish warriors Charlemagne 
Took western Caesar's crown ; and from that deed 
Sprang glorious Otho's line, and this dark Haps- 
burg breed. 

16 

''Out rushed the Turk from yonder desert lair. 

Constantinople fell, and Moscow's lord 
Caugh up the diadem down trodden there. 

Fresh from his triumph o'er the Tartar horde 

He took the Caesar's name, and swung his sword, 
As champion of the Eastern Church's fanes. 

But onward still Mohammed's warriors poured, 
Till on the waste of dread Kossovo's plains 
My glorious host went down, and left me in their 
chains. 



THE CHOSEN NATION 17 

17 

"That battle on these years marks deep its trace ; 

Bear with me while I tell of the fierce fray 
When for the last time all our Slavic race, 

United in one desperate array, 

Fought, Catholic and Orthodox, to stay 
The scourge of Islam. Prince Lazar, who lent 

Last gleam of Dushan's empire-splendid day, 
Captive was slain; the Sultan in his tent 
Died by my hero's hand ; — but all our strength was 
spent. 

18 

"Then long between three empires was I torn, 

Three faiths and three ambitions fought for me. 
Harsh triple chains into my heart were worn, 

But still I hoped and struggled to be free. 

Sultan and Czar and Kaiser claimed my fee, 
But I fought on; with poet and with bard 

I kept alight the fires of bravery. 
Then — when so certain seemed my hope's reward! 
It loosed that flame on me which hath the whole 
world scarred I" 

19 
Britain Again Explains 

Then Britain spoke : "0 poor beleaguered state, 

It was your plight that wrung my heart so hard. 
I could not leave you to your fearful fate, 

But loosed my sword your piteous rights to 

guard." 
"Who was it then,'' cried Serbia, "who that 
barred 



18 THE CHOSEN NATION 

Great Kussia forty years ago, when she 

Broke down the Turk's foul power, and from the 

ward 
Of his harsh mercies strove to set us free ? 
Who gave him back his sword, Britannia ? Who — 

but thee ? 

20 



''Accursed are all your empires !" At that word 
Flung in the teeth of all those august powers, 

A mightly movement through the great host stirred, 
Like winds that sweep a field of poppy flowers 
Beneath the skies of June, when heavy showers 

have weighted them with raindrops now outshaken. 
Freed of that weight, each bud no longer cowers ; 

So every little state, new courage taken 

From woeful Serbia's dare, seemed swiftly to 
awaken. 



Ill THE LUST OF GOLD. 



Israel Speaks 

And then amid that sudden murmuring gust 
Another voice was lifted keen and sharp. 

Like one who knows, when strange things are dis- 
cussed. 

There Israel stood upon a rocky scarp ; — 

No seat had she, but bore an ancient harp 
Whose melody the whole world hearkens itill. 



THE CHOSEN NATION 19 

Her garment's weft was tears, of gold the warp ; — 
"Of empires long the world hath had its fill ; 
But will ye hark to me V she spoke with sudden 
thrm. 

2 

^'Back in the world's beginning forth I came 
From that wide desert, whose hot waste 

Breeds wandering tribes, eternally the same. 
I took that tiny land so strangely placed 
Twixt desert, hill and ocean, while to east 

Steep Jordan pours down to the Dead Salt Sea. 
On every side with empires was I faced, 

And but a few short decades was I free ; 

Egyptians ruled me now, and now the gwart 
Chaldee. 

3 

"Assyria smote Chaldaea to the dust, 

And then was smitten by proud Babylon's king. 
Cyrus the Median vain Belshazzar thrust 

Off from his throne — ah, hear my exiles sing! — 

Then Alexander with his bristling ring 
Of pitiless phalanxes o'er them whirled. 

Epiphanes his hammer sought to swing, 
But back was he by Maccabaeus hurled ; 
And then Rome's iron tramp subdued the whole 
round world. 

4 

"All of these bubble empires have I known, 
Each thinking him eternal as the stars; 

I dared forgotten Pharaohs on their throne, 
Armed Julius Caesar for his Gallic wars, 
And loaned these Balkan kings their debt to 
Mars. 



20 THE CHOSEN NATION 

I saw them come and pass — and I remain ; 

Yea, though my face and back bear many scars. 
When by Masada's fort I burned my slain, 
There laid I down the sword, nor picked it up 
again." 



Spain Taunts 

"Yes, but a better weapon got you then; 

Steel laid you down, but gold became your 
power !" 
Thus, from her groves and vineyards, haughty 
Spain. 
"Eight centuries long I struggled with the Moor 
And found him leagued with you; till came the 
hour 
When Spain must die, or Israel forth be scourged. 

From beautiful Granada's orange bower 
The canker of your gold-thirst clean I purged. 
To cure sword-empire's wrongs, how shall gold-rul« 
be urged?" 

6 
Israel Replies 

"This is my curse," proud Israel replied, 
"That I to my own faith must be untrue. 

From Zion through the world went far and wide 
The Law my prophets heard, and gave to you. 
Forbidding all gold-empire. Yea, all through 

The dusk and horror that your empires left 
My seers and sages held the great torch true, 

And planned new worlds, where love should banish 
theft. 

Even while they built on gold — of land and Temple 
rdft!" 



THE CHOSEN NATION 21 

7 

Mexico and Peru Speak 

^'^Of all the nations that the earth contains," 
Came in stern accents from barbaric age, 
"The last whose voice should lay such charge is 
Spain's. 
Gold thirst in her lit such devouring rage 
Her record bloodiest flares on history's page. 
Her conquerors on our lands, so rich and new, 

Left pangs of cruelty time cannot assuage. 
By blackened trail of fire and blood ye knew 
Spain passed!" Thus Mexico; in answer groaned 
Peru. 

8 
Holland 

^^or only there her savage curse was laid ; 

Her Duke of Alva ringed my land with woe," 
Said she whose home the stout Lowlanders made, 

Winning their farms from ocean's ebb and flow. 
''Because my venturous navies dared invade 

Where she desired to keep supreme control, 
Beneath the color of a high Crusade, 
She slew my thousands, to retain her trade. 

Yet still my ships went forth where all the oceans 
roll." 

9 

Britannia spoke again : "That thing did I 

When Spain's Armada darkened all my seas. 
Before my ships her galleons turned to fly ; 

My sailors beat Spain's empire to her knees. 

Europe was rid then of her proud decrees." 
But Holland said with anger: "This to me? 

Who struck me unawares in time of peace, 



M THE CHOSEN NATION 

And robbed me of my fruits of victory ? 
Besides, Spain's fleet was wrecked by tempest, not 
by thee!" 

10 
Germany Speaks 
of Empire-Lust 

Again Germania spoke, with knitted brow: 

^'Much evil have you said concerning me, 
And this my quest for empire; tell me now. 

Which, from that same ambition, has been free? 

Where of you all was one content to be 
The soul of one's own people, self-contained? 

Gold-greed, sword-lust, madness for tribute-fee, 
Whether Osiris, Christ or Allah reigned, 
Ye thirsted all for power, and after conquest 
strained ! 

11 

"Yet hear me ; for the story latest told 

Bears hardly on me. When Columbus found 

That New World all ablaze with gems and gold, 
Spain's galleons from the sea's remotest round 
Laden with treasure sailed for Cadiz bound. 

Nations went wild with envy, but were tricked. 
The shadowy Empire had a Spaniard crowned, 

And Emperor and Pope laid interdict 

On all who dared infringe Spain's claim, held clo«e 
and strict. 

12 

'TJike fell infection of some hot disease 
That sets a sufferer with illusions wild, 

That glint of gold, fresh mined in Southern seas 
Tormented Europe ; and like men beguiled 
By swamp-light's lure to wallow, all defiled 



THE CHOSEN If ATIOlf tt 

In marshes of decay ; so every land 

Went mad for gold. That Empire-fabric piled 
Through centuries long by every statesman hand 
All insufficient was, to curb that fierce demand. 

13 

"So fell our Empire, when upon us loomed 
Those huge forgotten shapes beyond the dawn. 

Cipango and Cathay and India doomed 
The gray old order, like a garden lawn 
Forgotten, with the guests adventuring gone. 

But when thus riven our great Temple fell, 
In its vast rift I was asunder drawn. 

Why of the stones built ye for me a cell ? 

Grown strong, I burst the lock, at large with you to 
dwell." 

14 

"When madmen break their chains," Britannia 
said, 

"And spread destruction over land and sea, 
Forthwith a stronger prison must be made, 

To hold them fettered there eternally. 

The piteous wrecks of all my merchantry 
Float strewn on all the oceans ; and lo, there, 

Where poor Armenia in her misery 
Crouches too weak for tears. Mad that you were. 
How shall we hence believe whatever oaths you 
swear V 

15 
Armenia 

But now Armenia struggled from her seat. 
And horror struck me as I saw her stand ; 



24 THE CHOSEN NATION 

Wasted with death and terror, on her feet 
She tottered ; palsy shook her quivering hand. 
Upon her brow starvation left its brand; 
Her voice like them who moan from out the tomb, 

So strained with woe we scarce could understand ; 
"Speak ye of me ? Again my ancient home 
Is all a grave beneath; drear heaven a chamel- 
dome. 

16 

"Since dawn of empire-hunger was I cursed. 
Because my seat bestrides the ancient road 

"Whereby the Way to India was traversed 
By caravans since first the piercing goad 
Drove grunting camels, weary with their load 

Of Egypt's grain for India's spice to trade. 
Whoso controls me, rules that far abode 

Of phantom glittering wealth ; so was I made 

Victim and hapless pawn of all that game who 
played. 

17 

"Self-righteous Britain, this black curse shall be 
Stained on thy frontlet too ; it was thy word 

Which stayed the hand of Europe raised for me. 
To halt the slaughters which this Turkish horde 
Wrought on my helpless folk with fire and sword ; 

Because the Way to India might be won 

By others, thou didst take the Turk abhorred. 

This Turk whose name thou now dost spit upon — 

To be thy faithful friend, thy India's gates to 
guard ! 

18 

'TBut in this tangled game for India's gold 
Now hath the Grerman won the Turk from thee, 



THE CHOSEN NATION 25 

And more my slaughters prosper than of old. — 
Germans and English are one breed to me ! 
Roman and Greek and Parthian and Chaldee — 
They are all empire-mad ; and all will kill 

And burn and torture, wrecking earth and sea 
To win that power which curses with its hell 
Both them who win, and them who by its fury 
feU!" 

19 
Islam 

*^Who dare call me barbarian?" — Islam spoke; — 
"Of scattered tribes I could an Empire rear 

Against whose walls crusading armies broke 
Like shattered waves. With poet, sage and seer 
I kept the torch of knowledge burning clear 

When darkness covered Europe. What were ye 
When Haroun Raschid ruled the Persian mere? 

Your Renaissance was lit with sparks from me ; 

I dared Columbus turn to breast the Western sea !" 



IV; THE NATURE OF EMPIRE. 



1 

China Asks Concerning 
the Nature of Empire 

Now wild commotion stirred that glorious host 

Like oceans where cross-currents strive and ply, 
When cresting waves, by quartering storm-winds 
tossed, 
Thunder three ways, and hurl their white foam 

high; 
Li answering tumult shook the flaming sky; 



26 THI CHOSEN NATION 

But then a quiet voice cleft through the storm, 

And China, from her slumbering centuries shy, 
With strange old garments gathered round her 

form, 
Spoke slowly; and the noise stilled as by potent 
charm. 

2 

'TVTuch am I puzzled by this high debate 

To know what is the prize for which you strive. 

Upon your ways I wakened very late. 

And not yet have I learned ; but I shall thrive 
Upon this wondrous knowledge that you drive 

Hard into me, whether I will or no. 
This is the wonderment that I derive 

From your debate ; your wars flame to and fro 

In Empire-quest. What is this thing that lures 
you so? 

3 

'T(0, all the horrors of this present hate ; — 

Your splendid millions crushed to bloody mire, 
Vast agony, nameless sufferers desolate,^ 

Nations destroyed, cities laid waste with fire. 

Here has been told the record, long and dire 
Of former wars, weary with endless waste; 

And yet the goal ye sought seems no whit nigher. 
What good was ever gained, that has replaced 
Those lives and tears ye spent, those splendors all 
effaced?" 

4 
Britannia Claims 
Eternal Rule 

There was a silence ; then Britannia ros«. 
Stately and tall, in garments gold and gray. 



THE CHOSEN NATION J7 

'TDink not this war," she said, "with all of those 
Whereof the story has been told today. 
The Empire that I seek, like that I sway, 

I hold not for my glory nor my gain. 

Germania's greed, like Rome's, must pass away. 

As passed the shadowy grandeurs of old Spain ; 

But my Empire must grow, and must unmoved 
remain ; 

5 



''For they all sought to rule for pride of power ; 

They crushed subjected nations under heel; 
But those who bear my rule, thrive hour by hour — 

I bless them by my lordship, for their weal, 

And ceaseless nourish them with tireless zeal. 
It is a burden I am called to bear 

By that high Destiny, beyond appeal, 
Which laid on me a guardian's tender care. 
Nerved by this trust, all these unselfish wars I 
dare ;" — 

6 

Thus far she spoke ; then on the night arose 

A laughter such as surely never rung 
In all the ages through the patient snows 

That sheathed those hills, since into heaven they 
sprung. 

Ireland indignant flamed ; but her wild tongue 
Was drowned and lost in that stupendous mirth. 

Grave Egypt smiled, her memories among; 
But India from her famine-stricken dearth 
Gazed with a steady scorn that pierced such boast- 
ings worth. 



S8 THE CHOSEN NATION 

7 
Rome 

Britannia stood amazed ; but her clenched hand 

Wavered irresolute. For in this place 
No truth might be by watchful censor banned, 

Nor all her gold one damning fact erase. 

Then boomed a voice like echo from the face 
Of stem Alaskan cliffs, where glaciers loom, 

And bleak winds harp the pines; while at their 
base 
Dark chill seas plunge below, in froth and foam ; 
And silence held all else, while spoke imperial 
Rome. 

8 
"Daughter, such words are framed for mortal men, 

Whose minds are shallow, nor remembrance long. 
Waste not the time of this assembly, then, 

Who know your deeds, with such resultless song. 

Your rule indeed is new, our realms among ; 
For never yet, until you showed us how, 

Was empire gained by any but the strong. 
The crown you wear on unabashed brow 
Is strange of shape indeed ; — that will we all allow. 

9 

^Tor empire's crown, till you your reign begun 
Upon a sturdy folk was always placed. 

Who reaped the spoils from subject nations won. 
But you from stolen farms your freemen chased, 
And made all England one luxurious waste. 

Huddled in noisome slums, your people fed 
The wheels of giant mills, whose engines raoed 

Driven by the burning bones of living dead ; 

Starved from their homes, your best o'er land and 
ocean sped. 



THE CHOSEN NATION 29 

10 

"Sons of your poor as tortured fuel flamed ; 

Sons of your rich in world-wide exile fared. 
Old India by your blessed rule lies maimed ; 

And Ireland, whom my reverent soldiers spared, 

Fearing the Blessed Dead her peace who shared. 
Egypt and Persia wither by your blight ; 

Those African Republics stoutly dared 
Defend their lands, till your chivalrous knight 
Starved wives and babes of them who bested him 
in fight. 

11 

"We are not men, by empty words befooled; 

This is the course all empires must pursue. 
Never for their own good are conquests ruled, 

But for the conqueror^s profit — this is true. 

Yet all your gains are garnered for a few, 
Devouring both your fighters and your foes. 

Now come we here to plan some manner new 
To build the world again. Our words disclose 
How deep we all agree; the desperate need each 
knows. 

12 

*Tjook how the story of each one who speaks 
Goes back to Rome, focus of all your years. 
Germans and Belgians, Spaniards, Serbians, 
Greeks, 
All trace through me their triumphs and their 

tears. 
Here now sits one whose splendor new appears 
Upon the torn horizon, as I shone 
Westward upon the world of my compeera. 



30 THE CHOSEN NATION 



When I — young Republic ! — reared a throne, 
Then went the world astray. Be not my fault thine 
own!" 



V. THE GREAT POWER. 



Rome Tells the 
Origin of Nations 

Rome stood tremendous, towering to the sky, 

In majesty that dwarfed them all beside. 
"China a question asks/^ she said ; "and I 

Will dare to answer what none else hath tried. 

This is the hour when Destiny must decide 
How fares the world forever; life or death 

For all the nations on our words abide. 
This planet maddens with a poisoned breath 
That ye must clear, or die ; 'tis God that beckoneth. 



"We are souls of nations great and small ; 

But there is One who moves among us here 
Unseen — as we by men — yet felt by all. 

Deeply within us mighty pulses stir 
Through ages stronger; rousing doubt and fear 

If we are blind indeed ; but when our eyes 
Wake to the life that moves us, as a seer 
Of mortal men hails us, with awed surprise, 
Then fear of that Great Power is gone, and hop«i 
arige. 



THE CHOSEN NATION 81 



and the Birth 
of Worlds 

"There was a Hope, before the dust of stars 
Formed in eternity, and through the void 

Drifted in darkness ; till in hurtling wars 

Of flaming mist, quick-forming, quick-destroyed, 
Vague laws began to dawn. Fire, dust-alloyed 

Gave birth to circling systems. Worlds were born 
And round tremendous suns swung wide- 
deployed. 

From seas that roared on giant shores forlorn 

Life moulded sprang at last ; then came our being's 
morn. 



"Even as mortal bodies are composed 
Of myriad cells, each with dividual span, 

But through a conscious unity imposed 
Above them, think and speak and move as man, 
So were we born, of men, in this vast plan 

Where to the moving aeons ever tend. 

And still that hope, which could the star-dust 
scan 

And see huge Order with vague Chaos blend. 

Sees yet a greater Life above our lives impend. 



"This is the curse which wrecks the world with ill j 
Even as some men whole nations strive to be. 

Robing themselves in autocratic will, 

Stifling all thought that dare unblinded see; 
And ajs this always ends in misery; 



82 THE CHOSEN NATION 

So when a nation, blind with lust of power, 

Seeks to dethrone that One, greater than we. 
And as a tyrant o'er all races tower. 
Then burns that Empire-greed, which plagues us 
at this hour. 

6 

"Who then is this, that rises so sublime 

Greater than nations, as we are than men ? 
What nation of the nations, lord of time. 

Must we perceive in adoration, then? 

Nearest I came of all in mortal ken 
To be that commonwealth ; — wherefore my story 

Takes in you all ; — but none of us may pen 
That life within ourselves. Ye who are hoary, 
Ye who are young — ye know the greatness of that 
glory !" 

7 
Egypt 

Then spoke that ancient nation of the Nile 
Who through hot centuries, for some sign un- 
known 
Scanned all the stars, a patient weary while 
Still watching for the breaking of the dawn. 
Aeons of adoration thrilled her tone 
With all the wondering worship poured abroad 

In shrines of Thebes or Memphis or of On 
Where mid the shaken sistrums, silver-shod. 
Dusk prostrate millions prayed to beasts, revealing 
God. 

8 

''When first my tribes into Nile's valley came, 
Each bore a totem on its standard spear. 



THE CHOSEN NATION U 

Ram, falcon, fox or serpent gave its name 
To all who did its sacred shape revere. 
Forty-and-two my tribes in number were, 

Forty -and-two their gods; till all in one 
Egypt united was. Then many a year 

Nile as Osiris, Horus as the Sun, 

Isis the Land they hymned. — Then came Akhen- 
aton. 

9 

'Tie, my young Pharaoh, dauntless and serene, 
Chiselled the shape of every beast adored 

Out of the monuments. Where they had been 
He carved the glory of the changeless lord. 
The Spirit-sun. Himself both priest and bard 

He sang and prayed to Him who moves within 
Land, Sun and River. But his sole reward 

Was cursing and oblivion for his sin. 

Thus fare they who too soon such central knowl- 
edge win !" 

10 
Russia 

Then Russia sprang impetuous to her feet; 

'Well have I learned,'' she cried, 'Tiow dread 
that crime. 
To tell such truth ! The ancient years repeat ; 

Today all nations bend, in every clime, 

Abject as were your tribes in olden time. 
To totem Eagle, Lion, Fox and Bear. 

And when I struggled from war's murky slime 
Whereto these beast-gods led and sought to clear 
Our eyes to Truth's pure light — lo, how ye stabbed 
me here! 



84 THE CHOSEN NATION 

11 

"I felt the wondrous presence Rome hath told 

Beating in me — for I inherit too 
The dream of her old vision to enfold 

All races into one. I overthrew 

Mouldy czar-trappings that I long outgrew. 
"Wide to the world I sped a new appeal — 

Out of my desperation hope I drew; — 
To crush such false beast-worship under heel 
And hail that mighty Soul, whose presence all must 
feel;— 

12 

"The Soul that is not hemmed by race nor bound, 

Whose nation never yet on land or sea 
Set up its throne, nor sovereignty has found 
Save when I tried to give her home with me. 
Then they who swore they fought to make men 
free 
Turned on me with reviling hatred sore — 

Because I, sovereign, dared to bow the knee 
To her whose splendor all must soon adore, 
Whose throne shall stand supreme, — the Nation of 
the Poor!" 

13 

Britannia, angered, flashed her stormy eyes: 
"This rule is no rule, but destruction sheer I 
What shall become of all our majesties 

If this new power usurp our proper sphere ? 

Ye who are gone from earth no longer care ; 
But what of us, whose course sees yet no end ? 

Shall we crouch waiting Slavery to appear? 
Now know we what your meaning doth portend ; — 
Great Powers, stand leagued with me ; from Anar- 
chy defend!" 



THE OHOSEN NATION 



VL The Throne of Judgement. 



Then sharp division shook them each from each, 
Older from younger, mightier from the slight, 

Wrangling like children with impetuous speech; 
But my eyes fixed upon the central height. 
Where a new wonder broke upon my sight. 

Upon the peak that first with roseate glow 
Answers the morning-star in flaming light 

A crystal throne, upon the printless snow 

Stood living-vibrant, rich with glorious ebb and 
flow; 

2 

So glows an opal, magic from the mines; 

Or summer clouds, with struggling lightnings 
chained, 
That veil the moon which full at zenith shines, 

While else the sky, with glittering gold inveined, 

Burns like new love, with purple wonder stained ; 
'T was empty, like the Chalice reverenced well 

Whereon Cathedral splendors wide entrained 
Declare it holy, ere the Sanctus bell 
Hath named it throne of God, wherein his love doth 
dwell; 

3 

Without that Chalice all were vain and cold; 

Vain chant and anthem, twilight soft and rare, 
Censer and cross and constellations old 

Whose altar-candles gild the perfumed air. 



THE CHOSEN NATION 

Glittering through scented mist like hope through 
prayer ; 
For these their beauty, hope and meaning take 

From God's true Presence, faith-expected there; 
So vain was this assembly on the peak 
Without the Throne, wherefrom one should the 
Answer speak. 



Before the throne a snowy altar stood, 

Whereon all flowers that I had ever seen 
Lay pouring forth their perfume as a flood ; 

From every clime, from chill and shag-browed 
Maine, 

To California, sweet with gales serene, 
And where the Gulf's blue waters lave the shore 

Of palm-leaved Florida. There blushed the bell 
Of morning-glory, fairy dews that bore; 
Wistaria, drowsy-sweet, drunken with soft disdain ; 



Magnolias, with corroding touch that die, 
Fragrant in purity; gentian and rose; 

Azalea and crape myrtle, trembling shy; 

Hawthorne and laurel, cherry bloom that snows 
Early in spring ; wild-root the prairie knows ; 

Pale jessamine, the sweetest star that breathes; 
Arbutus, whom low-lying leaves disclose; 

Deep passion-flower, whose heart the sharp thorn 
sheathes ; 

Orchids distraught, whose soul mysterious tumult 
seethes. 



THE CHOSEN NATION 37 

6 

In that great tribute every land had part, 

And flowers unknown were there, whose censers 
swung 

Through deep primeval forests, or the heart 
Of hidden valleys mountain-ringed, where sung 
The cool-voiced seraphim, when earth was young. 

Where yet the echoes linger hid from day. 
Exhilarant like wine their perfume hung. 

But pure like morning sea-breath, clean to sway 

Mist-ragged clouds of doubt from heavenly hearts 
away. 



Amid those blossoms that to earth belong 
The tribute of its life each nation laid ; 

Music and art and mighty- winged song. 
The melody of homes contented made, 
Carols that rose where happy children played; 

Yet some with shame their offerings let fall — 
The loves and hopes of trusting souls betrayed ; — 

Red were their hands ; yet lo, the hands of all 

Seemed blackened as I looked, with mingled blood 
and gall. 

8 

Foremost sat one who held her peace unbroken, 

Nor on the others gazed, while conflict rolled ; 
But seemed as if expecting some new token 

Upon a weary tangle to unfold. 

My heart beat fast, her beauty to behold; 
I loved her best of all that glorious host, 

Yea, though she strike my name from out her 
fold;— 



88 THE CHOSEN NATION 



And many not her sons revere her most, 
And hail her as earth's hope beyond her furthest 
coast. 



VIL THE CONSECRATION. 



Now sudden silence struck ; the air still bore 

The quivering echoes that strong strife released, 
As waves that lash a rocky storm-bound shore 
Thunder and plunge long after storms hav© 

ceased, 
While down the sky the shattered clouds far- 
chased 
Still flame with distant lightning. And with fear 

All silent at the throne's white splendor gazed, 
Where each had hoped to sit. But gathering there 
Strange flames, with clouds enwrapped, now won- 
drou&ly appear. 

2 

Ohaldaea 

Then rose with awe one watcher to her feet; 

Chaldaea, seer of nations, was her name, 
Who in that ancient valley had her seat 

Where old Mesopotamia marked the frame 

Of gorgeous constellations wheel and flame 
Against palm-bordered skies of cloudless blue. 

While past gray cities of primeval fame 
Euphrates, wed with Tigris, proudly drew 
Imperial wealth and power, long splendid centuriae 
through. 



THE CHOSEN NATION 89 

3 

**Lo, while we speak," she cried, "the Answer given ! 

summit of the world's long-waited hour ! 
We stand here by conflicting passions driven 

As children quarrel for disputed power, 

While even now among us One doth tower 
Splendid beyond our utmost dream of light, 

Whose shape I dimly see begin to flower 
Within those fearful clouds of threatening night 
That cloak a glorious Form — Earth's consummated 
might!" 



Down on her knees that ancient prophet fell ; 

Down bowed the elder nations one by one ; 
The little countries gladly knelt as well; 

Reluctantly the mighty, borne upon 
Resistlessly by that constraining spell 
Whose strength they feared indeed but could not 
quell. 

Darkly the gloom impended; muttering tolled 
Sky-shaking thunder, like a tocsin bell; 
Then burst those blackening clouds, like heaven 
asunder rolled. 



But like a child, outworn and overtried 

By some great coronation's longdrawn strain. 

With shouts and trumpets, endless pomp and pride, 
I laid my head upon her breast again. 
Yet like great music thrilled through every vein 



40 THE CHOSEN NATION 

— Ah, how the sound from fear the world shall 

purge ! — 
That "Peace be with you!" and their 'Teace, 

Amen!" 
According rolled, like one low-thundering surge 
From drowsing summer seas upon the slumbering 

verge. 

6 

Then spoke that Voice ; meanwhile the music 
dwelling 
In solemn Largo, trembling grand and clear. 
Like one I heard from deep-toned organ swelling 
As if adream, through gloom rich-tint and rare, 
While Rome her full pontificals outpoured 
To risen eyes, at Easter, of her Lord. 

One spoke, — not from dead centuries , greed- 
enshrined, 
But for earth's multitudes, long bound and blind, 
Who hail through hell and hate long-hidden hope 
restored. 



The International Speaks 

"To every age a messenger is sent, 
To keep the purpose of all ages clear; 

Far centering to that same sublime intent 
Wherewith the worlds began in space appear. 

Each one of you must this commission bear, 

At some time speaking with my greater voice. 
Whose utterance all mankind oft groans to hear. 

When one that message speaks, the worlds rejoice; 

And now most desperate need prays for another 
choice. 



THE CHOSEN NATION 41 

8 

"Here has the peril of such choosing been, 
Defeating oft the purpose of my will; 

That when one speaks my words to waiting men, 
And men exult, to hear that message thrill, — 
Then comes ambitious pride, whose graspings 
kill. 

Like one whom men with sovereign rule entrust 
In perilous times, who seeks that post to fill 

Beyond the need, transforming good to ill ; 

So nations greedy turn from prophecy to lust. 

9 

"Thence has destruction come ; for those I bade 
Speak for mankind brought mankind to their 
thrall. 

Now in this horror of the world gone mad. 
One have I chosen from among you all. 
My nations from this cursed greed to call. 

As Egypt from her tribes one self became, 
As this Republic in her council-hall 

Mid eight-and-forty daughters sits supreme, 

So shall I dwell with you, all one ; this is my dream. 

10 

'^ow, thou young Republic girt with stars, 

"Whose spacious territories hailed us here, 
Thou wert God's trust, from hate-recurrent wars 

To show the way; how peace may persevere; 

How men be cleansed of hate and greed and fear. 
How federated states in one may dwell 

Seeking one good through ends of earth brought 
near. 
Thy words indeed are high ; but guard thou well ; 
By deeds belying words, thy predecessors fell. 



42 TME @H08EN NATION 

11 

"Perplexed, the nations on thy conduct gaze. 

Thy words like music on their hearing break, 
But what they see fills them with sore amaze; — 

The scourge, the tar, the gibbet and the stake ; 

Boys slain in torture for their conscience' sake; 
Men chained untried in life-long dungeons foul; — 

While others gladly thee for leader take 
Art thou indeed unfit thyself to rule? — 
Blind fools, savage with power, thy speech and 
thought control. 

12 

"Bloodletting from her craze Germania cured; 

That burning fever leaps across the sea. 
Once having lifted thine all-glittering sword, 

Its shining glory hath enchanted thee. 
What profits it the world, if thou destroy 

One empire's madness, if while that is done, 
A worser madness drives thee to employ 

The same foul means to seize both earth and sun ? 

Thus hast thou lost all wars, even if this war be 
won. 

13 

"See how forgotten nations, long oppressed, 

Thy lightest word as their salvation greet. 
Their hopes on thee, like sun on Rainier's crest, 

Robe all the world in promise at thy feet. 

Now strikes the hour when trust and tempter 
meet! 
Expunge this empire-fever from thy veins! 

If thou the old disastrous round repeat, 



THE CHOgEN NATION 43 

If thy rule fail, as fell all former reigns, 
Then must I seek, who else to lift that hope 
remains !" 

14 

Then that Great Power, which is the Soul of Man, 
Heir of all years, Time's purpose all-revealing. 

The Bride of God, the Reason of his Plan, 
Upon my Mother's head God's mission sealing 

Her right hand laid and to the flaming skies 

That shone intense and still, lifted her splendid 
eyes. — 
Ah, Mother, with what fearful love appealing 
We prayed thee then, that for the whole world's 
healing 

Thou worthily redeem the trust that on thee lies ! 

15 

America Refuses the Choice 

But — ah, the shame that wrapt us like a flood 

To see thee halt and hesitate, and choose ! 
Horror that froze our hearts and stopped our blood 

To see thee, Mother, that great hope refuse! 

Lending thy name and power to foul abuse, 
Thy voice the doom of truth, the knell of right ! 

That glory which thy early days diffuse 
Sold into darkness, mocked into a blight! 
God! Who could turn that dawn into so black a 
night! 

16 

Like trumpets calling to the day of doom, 
With scorn of all the ages rang that Voice ? 



44 THE CHOSEN NATION 

"On harlot cheeks the tint of youthful bloom 
Tokens disease and death. Such is thy choice ! 
Thine was the hope, the failure thine. — Give 
room ! 
Here stands my Messenger, chosen and true. 

Russia, sole brightness in this murky gloom, 
Take this high place, of faithfulness the due. 
Nations, behold the dawn! Russia brings light to 
you!" 

17 

Then gathered all the light upon them there, 

Centering from all the heavens, deep and clear, 
Dimming all else; till on my failing sight 
Drawn up and lost into that awful light 

Whose name is Truth — behold, they disappear! 

Now on the Eastern hills the glorious day 
Broke slowly; and in silence, eyes all bright 

Homeward they went, each on a several way; 

And last we two, alone. In sleep again I lay. 






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